After leaving the Cemetery and saying goodbye to Hu Zhiwen and his wife,
our group returned to the busy streets and found a restaurant for dinner.
Apart from Shi Xiu and another senior brother, who were guarding those four people on the mountain, only Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng had yet to return.
Once all the dishes were served, Grandmaster said, "Let's eat first. When we're done, we'll get some food to go for Zhang Rong and A Feng. They'll be back late, and there might not be anything to eat by then."
We were halfway through the meal when Grandmaster suddenly shuddered.
His brows knitted tightly, and he suddenly spat two bloody teeth out of his mouth.
He stared at the two teeth on the table, lost in thought.
Although Grandmaster was advanced in years, his health was better than Seventh Master's in every respect, and his teeth were particularly good.
None of the dishes we were eating were hard, so we had no idea why Grandmaster had suddenly broken off two teeth on his food.
My master hurriedly said, "Once we get back, go to a dental hospital and have those two teeth replaced."
Grandmaster nodded and sighed. "I'm getting old. My teeth aren't much good anymore."
After dinner, we got two boxes of egg fried rice to go for Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng, then took them back to the hotel.
Before Zhang Rong left, he had asked me to book him a room with a bathtub so he could soak, so I booked a twin room with a bathtub.
After returning to the room, I took a shower and lay down on the bed. Worried that Zhang Rong and Xiang Yifeng wouldn't be able to find us when they returned, I deliberately turned my phone's ringtone